The Weight of the Empty Shelf
The most expensive item in Mama Nkechi’s shop wasn’t on any shelf. It was the thing she carried in her temples by 4 PM—a tight, buzzing pressure that made every decision feel like a risk. Her provisions store in Ojuelegba was a symphony of small asks: “Mama, how much for the tin of milk?” “You get peak […]
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